Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Niger and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sällskapet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
Toni Rubio,
Flipper,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
Faust,
Josef K,
Can,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
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Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
Hashim,
10cc,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
The Index,
Cameo,
Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.